Page 62 of His Secret Obsession

His palm connects with my ass.

“Oh, fuck!” I cry out, the echo of the slap ringing out in the room as a hot sting blossoms across my right butt cheek. And then his palm is coming down across my other cheek. The stinging sensation acts as fuel to a fire, a low heat building in my belly as my clit pounds for attention. By the time his hands come down in two more rapid smacks, my pussy is drenched.

“You should see how fucking sexy your ass looks, baby.”

Smack.

“So pretty and pink now. You’ll be wearing my punishment for days.”

Smack.

“Jesus, your pretty little pussy is dripping wet.”

Smack.

With each smack, my needy cries grow louder. I thrust my smarting ass backwards, my face buried into the comforter as I moan. My legs spread a little further apart, wantonly inviting him to touch me.

I need friction.

“Jax, please.”

He runs his hands over my burning skin, his touch soothing.

When his touch disappears, I hear the sound of clothes hitting the floor.

“Funny,” he muses. “I think I remember saying that.”

“I’m sorry.” I thrust my hips over the bed sheets, seeking any kind of friction but receiving none. I give a frustrated groan when his hands grab my hips to halt my movements.

He chuckles. “I don’t believe you—yet.”

I watch from the corner of my vision as he saunters over to the nightstand. My gaze slides down to his cock, watching it bob with each step. It’s already fully erect, precum glistening at the tip. I lick my lips. I would never say this aloud, but his cock ispretty.I want to feel the weight of it in my palm again.

He opens the drawer, pulling something out before walking back to his previous place behind me. There’s a quiet whirring sound.

I nearly scream at the sudden jolt of white-hot pleasure when he places the rose toy over my clit. The small opening in the silicone toy latches over the sensitive bud, sucking it with a ferocity that makes my eyes water. My lips part as I suck in air, my hips bucking.

I’m a trembling mess beneath him.

Within seconds, I’m on the verge of a climax. My hips thrust backward, pushing back into the toy.

“Jax! Oh, fuck…Oh my God, I’m going to—”

The toy clicks off, my pleasure dropping off so fast I release a frustrated groan and shoot him a pouty look over my shoulder.

He chuckles, climbing on the bed to kneel over my sprawling body. His hands reach under me, cupping my breasts before sliding down my belly then squeezing my hips. Then his cock is nestling between my ass cheeks, slowly grinding. I whimper.

“Do you want to come, baby?”

“Yes!”

“Are you sorry for being a brat today?”

“Yes!” I cry in a pathetic, desperate mewl. My mind empties, any thought or sensation outside the pounding of my aching clit becoming nonexistent.

The toy whirs to life again, and I’m still not prepared for the intense suction. The pleasure returns, quickly building to a fever pitch. Jax murmurs into my ear, telling me how beautiful I am as I writhe underneath him. His hands run over my body, soothing touches that sharply contrast the intense sucking of the toy.

My orgasm is right there. I’m reaching the peak, and crying out his name, and—

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